And Then Jesus Shows Up In A Beat-Up Toyota... Poem by Chuy Amante

What a piece of junk!
Who would drive this?
and then his clothes!
Atrocious!
Then he spilled the wine
and broke a dinner plate!
I guess Deity doesn't do kitchen cleanup...

So I cast all MY judgment, showed all my rules
to that human debris
and then...
when i sent him on His way
the smoke from His tailpipe
spelled in the air "The Christ"

Who is the petty p.o.s. here?

A Child of God has come this way.
Was I asleep deep in some hay?

Did I see my judgments that I projected?
Did I keep my ego Right and well protected?

Can I see the face of Christ in All?
Can I not let judgment be my fall?

Each breath a new day, I can do this!
I love your divine spark!
WE will get through this!